rite aid was out of maverick red 100s; they only had shorts. i had to buy a pack of newports and the thought of shedding you made me tremble as i slid my card. yes, i switched from your menthols back to my reds and yes, i kept your brand.
the other day i walked into my room and the scent of cigarettes took me back, back to the times of us sharing cigarette after cigarette and i began to cry. i called my therapist but she didn’t pick up.
the thought of quitting smoking crosses my mind on at least a weekly basis, but i refuse to let you ruin an agent of death i held in my hand even before you came along. i will not stop and i will continue to shed the strongest tears for you.